Seasons from Fall Songs by Peter House

Fall out of bed
Fall is here
The fall of the dead
Comes in Fall of this year
You fade too fast
Falter in fear
Fold up in a ball
When Fall is here
Gather some leaves
Left in the snow
You let ‘em get cold and wet
‘Fore you could ever know
Know what to write on them
Wind carries your words
Down to the spring
Of when you could be heard
The sun and the scent
Of something sprung of the sense
Of the song you sung
While summer came and went
White wind in the words
Chilled and calmed your bones
Born in the Fall
You finally found your home

(Hung up on the word you finally found your home)

• Acoustic
• Folk
• alt-country
• indie folk
• progressive bluegrass
• punk-folk
• Rochester